24-05-2020, 12:59 PM
Continuation 10
After shelf cleaning was done, Sahana announced that she was going to take a shower and in the meantime, put a pile of her clothes and asked Subhas to put them in the soak and wash them. As she handed him the pile, we noticed that her bras and panties, from normal to thongs were on top of the pile. She acted as if this was all normal, where Subhas-kaka looked visibly embarrassed. ‘What happened?’ she asked, when he looked unsure and unmoving.
‘Didi, is it alright for me to wash these?’ he asked, hesitantly, his head signaling the knickers at the top of the pile.
‘Oh, these?’ She asked almost rhetorically, after a few moments, then taking the thong from the top of pile, holding it up, and saying, ’Kaka, all women wear undergarments, you see, there is nothing to be embarrassed about it. I see no problem for you to be washing them. Now please do it while I finish showering. After that I need you to give me your famous massage.’ She must have chosen the thong from the pile to add to his discomfort. Her teasing had been relentless today. At the mention of the coming massage, his faces lit up and his discomfort vanished.
After about half an hour, Sahana, with her hair still wet, came out of the shower wearing her tight black leggings and a spaghetti strap tank top with a bra inside, the bra strap visibly wider than the spaghetti strap. The tight top showed a bit of cleavage and most of the upper chest and shoulders was bare. The tank top ended such that it did not cover the ass at all and ended just where the ass crack started. Her legging encased her ass perfectly and seemed as if the stretchable leggings were like a coating on her ass and her slender legs. I was still sat on the sofa watching the afternoon news. She sat with me for about a minute or two then got up to go to the common bathroom to see what Subhas-kaka was up to and I went with her.
As she opened the door, we saw that he was sat squatting down, having finished with the washing the clothes, was closely inspecting a thong. He got startled as the door suddenly opened and he saw us standing, dropped the thong on the bucket and acted as if he had been caught doing something horrible. A look of alarm and fear dbangd over his face. He then got up and hurried past us and we followed him to the door. He wanted to escape and Sahana went after and called him, telling him to stop.
‘I a... I am… sorry… Didi, Ali-bhai,’ he stammered, ‘I di—‘
‘—why were you looking at that so intently?’ Sahana interjected. I didn’t say a word all morning and did not intend to change that. Her tone had no anger or seriousness. She was curious and was teasing in the process.
‘I am so sorry Didi, I should not have looked at them like that,’ he apologized.
‘Oho! You don’t need to say sorry, you were not doing anything wrong, just say why you so interested in that, that you got startled when we came in?’
‘Didi, Didi, I… I… have never seen anything like those before…’ he said struggling to finish his sentences.
‘Okay okay, don’t worry. It was me, who gave you those to wash,’ she said, ‘forget it. Now come and hang them on the clothing line.’
They went and got the buckets out and put the wet clothes on the drying rack and on the clothing line in the veranda. I was observing them. Be it intention or coincidence, while Sahana was handling the normal clothes and hanging them on the clothing line, Subhas-kaka was left with handling her delicates. It was quite a scene to see as he spread her bra and panties, bikinis and especially those thongs, on the drying rack. Sahana, I noticed, was also watching intently from the corner of her eyes. He was periodically stealing glances at her, from not having seen her with thin-shoulder-strap-tanktops with so much of her shoulders and upper chest being bare. I was turned on and had to go back and sit on the sofa, before anyone noticed my semi erect cock, stretching my shorts.
They came back and we all went straight to the kitchen for a cup of tea. Subhas was looking unmindful as he sat with his cup of tea. I asked, ‘Kaka is anything wrong? You look unmindful?’
‘No, nothing like that Ali-bhai,’ he replied. Something was bothering him.
‘You can tell us anything, please say,’ Sahana said, her caring side had taken over. Sahana prodded some more, asking him what he was thinking.
Then he finally said with a shy smile on his face, looking down at his cup of tea, ‘just because you really want to know, but I am still feeling embarrassed to say… it’s about the underwear that of Didi’s that I had to wash.’
Before I could say anything she asked, ‘what about them?’
‘It’s that I had never seen so much variety and I am confused what purpose the varieties held,‘ he revealed.
Sahana turned beet red. After much thought, she said, ‘okay, I will give you an example, but you have to promise you will never say this to anyone.’ I was curious what she would do and in that very moment she shot me a look, trying to read any resistance on my face of what was happening.
‘Okay Didi, I will tell no one,’ he said, his tone sounding genuine. He was looking at her now, literally staring, waiting for what she was going to do next.
After shelf cleaning was done, Sahana announced that she was going to take a shower and in the meantime, put a pile of her clothes and asked Subhas to put them in the soak and wash them. As she handed him the pile, we noticed that her bras and panties, from normal to thongs were on top of the pile. She acted as if this was all normal, where Subhas-kaka looked visibly embarrassed. ‘What happened?’ she asked, when he looked unsure and unmoving.
‘Didi, is it alright for me to wash these?’ he asked, hesitantly, his head signaling the knickers at the top of the pile.
‘Oh, these?’ She asked almost rhetorically, after a few moments, then taking the thong from the top of pile, holding it up, and saying, ’Kaka, all women wear undergarments, you see, there is nothing to be embarrassed about it. I see no problem for you to be washing them. Now please do it while I finish showering. After that I need you to give me your famous massage.’ She must have chosen the thong from the pile to add to his discomfort. Her teasing had been relentless today. At the mention of the coming massage, his faces lit up and his discomfort vanished.
After about half an hour, Sahana, with her hair still wet, came out of the shower wearing her tight black leggings and a spaghetti strap tank top with a bra inside, the bra strap visibly wider than the spaghetti strap. The tight top showed a bit of cleavage and most of the upper chest and shoulders was bare. The tank top ended such that it did not cover the ass at all and ended just where the ass crack started. Her legging encased her ass perfectly and seemed as if the stretchable leggings were like a coating on her ass and her slender legs. I was still sat on the sofa watching the afternoon news. She sat with me for about a minute or two then got up to go to the common bathroom to see what Subhas-kaka was up to and I went with her.
As she opened the door, we saw that he was sat squatting down, having finished with the washing the clothes, was closely inspecting a thong. He got startled as the door suddenly opened and he saw us standing, dropped the thong on the bucket and acted as if he had been caught doing something horrible. A look of alarm and fear dbangd over his face. He then got up and hurried past us and we followed him to the door. He wanted to escape and Sahana went after and called him, telling him to stop.
‘I a... I am… sorry… Didi, Ali-bhai,’ he stammered, ‘I di—‘
‘—why were you looking at that so intently?’ Sahana interjected. I didn’t say a word all morning and did not intend to change that. Her tone had no anger or seriousness. She was curious and was teasing in the process.
‘I am so sorry Didi, I should not have looked at them like that,’ he apologized.
‘Oho! You don’t need to say sorry, you were not doing anything wrong, just say why you so interested in that, that you got startled when we came in?’
‘Didi, Didi, I… I… have never seen anything like those before…’ he said struggling to finish his sentences.
‘Okay okay, don’t worry. It was me, who gave you those to wash,’ she said, ‘forget it. Now come and hang them on the clothing line.’
They went and got the buckets out and put the wet clothes on the drying rack and on the clothing line in the veranda. I was observing them. Be it intention or coincidence, while Sahana was handling the normal clothes and hanging them on the clothing line, Subhas-kaka was left with handling her delicates. It was quite a scene to see as he spread her bra and panties, bikinis and especially those thongs, on the drying rack. Sahana, I noticed, was also watching intently from the corner of her eyes. He was periodically stealing glances at her, from not having seen her with thin-shoulder-strap-tanktops with so much of her shoulders and upper chest being bare. I was turned on and had to go back and sit on the sofa, before anyone noticed my semi erect cock, stretching my shorts.
They came back and we all went straight to the kitchen for a cup of tea. Subhas was looking unmindful as he sat with his cup of tea. I asked, ‘Kaka is anything wrong? You look unmindful?’
‘No, nothing like that Ali-bhai,’ he replied. Something was bothering him.
‘You can tell us anything, please say,’ Sahana said, her caring side had taken over. Sahana prodded some more, asking him what he was thinking.
Then he finally said with a shy smile on his face, looking down at his cup of tea, ‘just because you really want to know, but I am still feeling embarrassed to say… it’s about the underwear that of Didi’s that I had to wash.’
Before I could say anything she asked, ‘what about them?’
‘It’s that I had never seen so much variety and I am confused what purpose the varieties held,‘ he revealed.
Sahana turned beet red. After much thought, she said, ‘okay, I will give you an example, but you have to promise you will never say this to anyone.’ I was curious what she would do and in that very moment she shot me a look, trying to read any resistance on my face of what was happening.
‘Okay Didi, I will tell no one,’ he said, his tone sounding genuine. He was looking at her now, literally staring, waiting for what she was going to do next.
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